Week 11

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Luke slowly saunters into the bakery he's known for so long, plopping himself on the office chair Mr. VanBüns bought for the front counter. Every day now, instead of baking, Luke sits his ass in a cushioned chair to wheel around and give people what they ordered.

To be honest, Luke thinks that the old couple are being over protective about the baby but he won't complain. Sitting is one of Luke's favorite past times and it certainly will be when the baby grows more.

Today Luke felt extremely bloated. Yeah, he has felt like that in the past but he felt like he weighed a million tons today, slumping into his chair. His shaggy hair fell into his eyes and he groaned. Doctor Harper warned him about all this. He just never gave much thought to it. Pregnancy hormones caused his hair and fingernails to grow quicker than they had been which is a pain in the ass for Luke cause he doesn't have the spare money for a good hair cut. He could always ask Mrs. VanBüns. She does give some dope buzz cuts.

Luke continue to roll around in his chair, handing people their cupcakes, cookies, scones and whatever bakery item Luke didn't technically care for. Everyone once in awhile he would let out small, noiseless burps which made him cringe. The silent death farts were occasional as well.

Oh the joys of pregnancy.

Luke could complain for hours and hours but the only thing that made him shut up would be his boyfriend.
Michael Clifford. 

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Dear Baby,

Daddy got a hair cut this weekend at one of those cheep places. It isn't too bad to be honest. I think I can pull it off. Michael thinks so but he keeps saying he could have paid for a better hair cut at a better hair salon but I'm alright with the one I have. Plus, he's a college student. How could he afford that?
Anyways, you have been causing me all sorts of trouble, little booger. I keep farting and it stinks like hell. I haven't had time to go get more pine tree candles so the apartment reeks sometimes. Why must you be so troublesome?

I love you, little booger.

Love Daddy

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